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This lone Roseate Spoonbill was foraging the shallow waters at Celery Field, Florida. It seemed to have some difficulty navigating the thick tangle of vegetation in the fresh-water marsh, and often had mud and other matter (which I'd rather not describe) affixed to its long, flat bill.
"Do not be afraid to face your difficulty. Turn toward it. Lean into the wind. Hold your ground."
-Jack Kornfield
Thank you very much for your kind comments and visit, much appreciated!
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This scenery I saw when I was sailing on the boat through the magic Vietnamese Halong Bay.
Sometimes the landscapes there turn into a pink wonderland.
Wish you all a wonderful start of the weekend………
Get ready to sail into the weekend and………….
A blazing sunny day causing difficulties for exposure, even by hiding in the shadows the sun was burning bright on the white water...which lent a nice effect to the spray at the top of the falls. A beautiful place to just watch the water...
A vertical and horizontal pano was needed to catch all details along the upper rim and the foreground rocks.
More falling water in my website gallery:
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a Blanket flower / Kokardenblume (Gaillardia)
in our garden - Frankfurt-Nordend
"The political decision-makers who (will) meet at COP26 in Glasgow are urgently summoned to provide effective responses to the present ecological crisis and in this way to offer concrete hope to future generations...
Moments of difficulty like these also present opportunities, opportunities that we must not waste. We can confront these crises by retreating into isolationism, protectionism and exploitation. Or we can see in them a real chance for change, a genuine moment of conversion, and not simply in a spiritual sense."
(Pope Francis)
One of the difficulties encountered since discovering textures is that almost every photo appears to me aesthetically improved with the application(s). This bothers me somewhat. My first several years on Flickr were exclusively SOOC, and while I have by no means become a processing pro, I have learned enough to adjust both my thinking and my preferences for what I'm doing. Today, it takes a conscious decision to AVOID going to my texture file.
Here, the original photo is shown in comments and I was quite pleased with it SOOC...but then the thinking started, and the result is shown in the featured image. It started with, "Hmmm...I've got a sun that will fit nicely in that notch in the treeline." Many of you know the feeling. This one was admittedly a difficult decision (not all are) and I remain uncertain as to my personal preference in this particular case. What has become clear is that I certainly cannot consider myself a "purist" any longer...whatever that means...if anything and if it ever did.
Once considered a sub-species of the Chiffchaff the Siberian Chiffchaff is now considered a separate species. The bird is considered rare in the UK but it is believed that it is probably more common than is reported due to the difficulty of establishing the birds identity from the now common wintering Chiffchaff, especially in the South West.
Taken @ Kidwelly
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Taken at the Cockrell Butterfly Center in Houston. I'm having difficulty identifying, although it could possibly be a Red Postman Mimic originally from Ecuador.
From tomorrow I shall be in Robin hoods Bay on the North Yorkshire Coast for a week. The cottage has decent wi fi so i should be able to keep up with contacts without difficulty
I noticed this tree Acer Rubrum " October Glory ‘ when I visited the Yorkshire Arboretum two years ago but the photographs I took of it were rubbish . I had another attempt last month with a bit more success .
It's an unusual tree in that simultaneously it has some bright green leaves seemingly untouched by Autumn while also holding some vivid red ones . It's not that this tree is behaving strangely they have about six Acer Rubrum " October Glory ‘ and they all display in the same way . Anyone else know of any other trees with this unusual habit
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Just all line up, please and face the camera....
We had a great photo session a few weeks back with a very kind family with these 4 gorgeous children. We learned a lot about the fun and difficulties of doing portrait shoots!
In the course of the centuries so much has been built, demolished and carpeted at Heeswijk Castle that medieval builders today would have great difficulty recognizing their castle. Heeswijk may be a construction history jumble, it is still a large, imposing and beautifully situated complex that can rightfully be considered as one of the important medieval castles of North Brabant.
To begin with, there is the respectable age of perhaps around 950 years. The history of Heeswijk Castle goes back at least to the first half of the twelfth century, and possibly even further, to the end of the eleventh century. First, a motteburcht arose on this site, that is to say an artificially raised hill, 6 to 7 meters high, between 25 and 30 meters in diameter and surrounded by a moat. A tufa stone reinforcement was built on that hill, probably in the form of a tower.
In the fourteenth century that tower was no longer sufficient. Then, in stages, the construction of the brick late-medieval castle began, of which considerable parts are still standing today.
However, Heeswijk is not only interesting because of its long history. Hein Hundertmark, who investigated the building history of the castle, points out that from that fourteenth-century rebuilding until well into the nineteenth century, Heeswijk was always at the forefront of architectural architecture. The owners and builders constantly led the way in adapting the castle to changing circumstances.
This applies to the ambitious fourteenth and fifteenth century construction phases, whereby the castle was adapted to, among other things, the development of gunpowder guns. But also for the sixteenth and seventeenth-century conversion of a defensible castle into a representative noble residence. All things considered, it is no less true of the romantic dream that inspired Baron Van den Bogaerde of Terbrugge and his sons in the nineteenth century to neo-gothic extensions and additions, including the incorporation of all kinds of building fragments into the exterior facades. Heeswijk also set a trend in this neo-gothic adaptation.
Only after the Second World War was this line of progressiveness broken. For the last owner, the architectural legacy of his nineteenth-century ancestors was an annoying "romantic madness." He wanted the castle to return to a sober medieval aesthetic. It is therefore all the more spicy that the restoration of Heeswijk, which had to bring about this, ended in a castle with a predominantly eighteenth-century appearance.
I always have difficulty photographing the few wintering Eurasian Wigeons in the region. They are challenging to isolate because they are usually among a flock of American Wigeons. I finally found one that was willing to cooperate.
Une espèce que je trouve difficile à isoler et photographier. Seulement quelques individus passent l'hiver dans la région et ils sont habituellement parmi les Canards d'Amérique. En voici un qui a finalement coopéré.
about the extent of their differences. It is more profitable to think of points of agreement :-)
John Henry Joshua Ellison, c.1907
HBW!!
japanese camellia, 'Rosea Supreme', sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
I am still having difficulties identifying these two hawks;
Cooper's vs Sharp-shinned. You be the judge
I looked them up several times in bird books and also different websites and theoretically I know the differences between the two but in real life I am still struggling identifying them.
Thanks everyone for your opinion and comments. Much appreciated.
One of the most popular amateur climbing mountains in the Phoenix area lies northeast of the metro area.Pinnacle Peak offers a "moderate" difficulty climb,though this climber only made it halfway...hiking shoes are definitely needed! LOL
deprived of a richer artistic training, are sent forth inculcated with the belief that they are creative photographers and artists. It is yet a fact that today, as in the past, the most inspiring and provocative works in photography come as much (and probably more) from those who are in the first place artists.
Aaron Scharf
Creative Photography, 1965
HBM! HMM!
monarch butterfly, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
to avail myself of Sir John Herschel’s beautiful process of Cyanotype, to obtain impressions of the plants themselves, which I have much pleasure in offering to my botanical friends :-)
Anna Atkins
1843, text accompanying the first photographically illustrated book, British Algae: Cyanotype Impressions, authored by the Atkins, recognized as the first female photographer.
HMM!! Ukraine Matters!
prunus, cherry blossom, our yard, cary, north carolina
and an optimist is one who makes opportunities of his difficulties :-)
Harry "The buck stops here" Truman
HGGT!! VOTE! RESIST!
narcissus, daffodil, 'Virginia Sunrise', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
“Crossing struggles, difficulties and pain is part of the journey. However, it's up to you to choose whether you're going to let them beat you or if you're the one who's going to beat them.”
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Continuing with my Positive Flags of the Nations
project with a tribute to Humour.
Laugh as much as possible, always laugh. It's the sweetest thing one can do for oneself & one's fellow human beings.
Maya Angelou
A good laugh overcomes more difficulties and dissipates more dark clouds than any other one thing.
Laura Ingalls Wilder
When humor goes, there goes civilization.
Erma Bombeck
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️❤️❤️
I am not sure this image betrays the difficulty of creating it! Although the light did not materialize which I had hoped for, I still hope that it communicates a sense of mood and place. Standing on the edfe of a sheer cliff, creating a three-image multi-exposure of each of 5 views which made up the panorama, and with the rain lashing against the lens, constantly wiping it clean with one hand, and with the other keeping a firm grip on the tripod and camera which would otherwise have likely blown off the cliff never to be seen again......... but this magical peninsula near the village of Llangrannof is worth any discomfort. I hope you enjoy it.
BEST APPRECIATED AT A VIEWING WIDTH OF MORE THAN 16"/40cm!
The difficulties you meet will resolve themselves as you advance. Proceed, and light will dawn, and shine with increasing clearness on your path. Jim Rohn
~happy fence friday~
Dan Patch (aka "Patch")
September 15, 2004 - October 26, 2020
Patch was born in one of the out buildings at Continental Machines, a large factory in Savage, Minnesota. I worked there at the time, and a few of us monitored and cared for the feral litter of kittens.
I had a different kitten all picked out until the day we gave them away. That choice changed when I picked up this fuzzy little peanut boy and he just nestled down in my arms and purred.
That night, the little guy slept in the crook of my arm, and 16 years later, he was still sleeping there every night that I was home.
Another male cat that we had, Ringer, took him in as a kitten, snuggling with him, and keeping him clean (as Ringer's dad, Reebok, also did). We had to bottle-feed Patch for a couple of weeks. I'm sure if Ringer could have done that, too, he would have.
Patch was so laid back and affectionate, thanks to his "Uncle" Ringer. He carried on in our line of male caretaker cats, taking care of kittens, the other cats we had, and even our wiener dogs. Of course, he took good care of his mom, too.
He'd had an upper respiratory problem for years, but in the last few months it got progressively worse and worse. Late last weekend, the congestion had gotten to a point where he had difficulty breathing. I had to make the choice to do the unthinkable.
I still have a wiener dog and other cats right now. If it wasn't for them, I don't know how I'd get through this. Patch was my soulmate. My house feels so incomplete now.
RIP my Fuzzy Boy.
Side Bar: Why was his name Dan Patch? Continental Machines (where he was born) was right across the highway from the former site of the International Stock Food Company farm where M.W. Savage kept his world famous pacing horse, Dan Patch. This horse paced the mile in 1:55 in 1906. That time wasn't equaled until the 1920's and wasn't bettered until the almost 1960.
"Difficulties are opportunities to better things; they are stepping stones to greater experience."
Author unknown
Wishing you all a good start into the week
difficulty level: 1
§ fifteen §
To appreciate the West’s opinion of the refugee fleet—or, for that matter, of anything new and unfamiliar—one essential fact must be borne in mind: it really couldn’t give less of a damn.
At some beaches, the difficulty was to isolate them.
À certaines plages, la difficulté résidait dans le fait de les isoler car il y en avait beaucoup trop regroupés ensemble.
Monterey, CA, USA
Le Lac des Mines d'Or, est un lac artificiel, situé en Haute-Savoie, sur la commune de Samoëns en France 1 390 m).
Les Mines d'Or au Col du Coux : C’est au XIXe siècle que le col de Coux a connu sa mini ruée. Vers 1850, des Suisses creusent une mine à quelques encablures du col. L’histoire ne dit pas s’ils ont fait fortune. Par la suite, dans les années 1890, ce sont quatre Stéphanois qui tentent de poursuivre l’exploitation, toujours, à la recherche d'un filon. La fortune n'était toutefois pas au rendez-vous, les difficultés d’exploitation dues au manque d’eau et surtout la mort accidentelle d’un des compagnons provoqua l’abandon définitif de la mine quelques années plus tard.
The Lac des Mines d'Or, is an artificial lake, located in Haute-Savoie, in the commune of Samoëns in France 1 390 m).
The Gold Mines at the Col du Coux: It was in the 19th century that the Col de Coux experienced its mini rush. Around 1850, some Swiss dug a mine a few hundred yards from the pass. History does not say whether they made a fortune. Subsequently, in the 1890s, four people from St. Etienne tried to continue mining, still looking for a vein. However, the fortune was not there, the difficulties of exploitation due to the lack of water and especially the accidental death of one of the companions caused the definitive abandonment of the mine a few years later.
The past few weeks, I had this crazy idea. I was wondering if it would be feasible to make a quick trip overnight to Cape Tenaro, 335kms away from Athens, to take a photo of the Milky Way from the lighthouse of Tenaro and then a quick stop 70kms away at Selinitsa's Valtaki beach, just outside Gythio, to get me a Milky Way photo of the Dimitrios shipwreck that same evening. Maybe even one more from the Lighthouse in Gythio if there was enough time before sunrise and if it were possible. Cape Tenaro, also known as Cape Matapan, is situated at the end of the Mani Peninsula, in Greece.It is the southernmost point of mainland Greece, and the second southernmost point in mainland Europe. It separates the Messenian Gulf in the west from the Laconian Gulf in the east where Gythio and the Dimitrios shipwreck are located. Cape Tenaro has been an important place for thousands of years. The tip of Cape Tenaro was the site of the ancient town Tenarus, near which there was (and still is) a cave that Greek legends claim was the home of Hades, the god of the dead. The ancient Spartans built several temples there, dedicated to various gods. On the hill situated above the cave, lie the remnants of an ancient temple dedicated to the sea god Poseidon. Under the Byzantine Empire, the temple was converted into a Christian church, and Christian rites are conducted there to this day.
Finally, I decided that the perfect time would never come and the best time would be Now. So on a Saturday, late at noon, around 1 o'clock, and although I knew it would be a moonlit night for the most part, we left Athens heading down to Tainaro, accepting the challenge. I had been there once, some 15 years ago, and I knew it wouldn't be like a walk in the park from the moment I'd leave the car. But the truth is that I wouldn't know at that time how rough it could get. For those who have not been there, after reaching the end of the road, there is a 40-45 minutes walk through a narrow path through rough rocky soil, with shrubs and thistles for the most part, until the far end, where the lighthouse stands.
When we arrived, I left my better half and a friend in a coffee shop which luckily was open late in the evening and I walked down the pathway in the dark. It took me no more than a minute or two to lose the path. I wasn't expecting to get lost so soon but I would not give up that easily. I was looking for the path with my flashlight, while walking through the shrubs and thistles into the general direction of the lighthouse, which still I could not see from where I was. There were times when I was stumbling on the rocks and was losing height on a slope that eventually were ending in the sea. Halfway I was exhausted trying to climb upwards, over the ridge. I already had a few bruises and my legs were scratched by the thorny bushes. Those thorns were passing through the jeans as if it weren't there. I was already tired and thought I'd stop for a moment to catch my breath. It was at that moment that I realized I had forgotten the water back in the car. I was hurting all over and I knew I would not find the path in the dark, so the thought of going back crossed my mind. But my stubbornness kicked in and I decided I'd keep on going, even though I was almost out of breath. Going upwards, I finally saw the lighthouse from afar. I opened up my step and went on. Just before I get there, there was this one last difficulty I should overcome. I was on the wrong side of the hill, therefore I had to go over the ridge to get on the other side, so I could access the rocks that would lead me to the lighthouse. I gathered all the strength I had left. Step after step, up the slope, over the ridge, drop in on the other side. Last steps, last breaths and...
There it was! The lighthouse was in front of me in all its majesty! What a spectacular view! Instantly I forgot the fatigue, the thirst, the pain, the thorns and the steep rocks, I forgot everything. Jumping from rock to rock, I reached right in front of the building. For a moment I stood there in total awe. In the silence and darkness, the Lighthouse was the King! Without even realizing it, unconsciously I had deployed the tripod already. I put my camera on it, got my settings dialed in and clicked...
Twenty five seconds later, I knew... I had done it. I had won the bet I had with myself. There, alone, yet feeling like on top of the world, for I knew I've pushed my limits that night and had made it through. Alone in the silence of the night under the starry sky. Lost in my thoughts and feelings. Lost in emotions. Lost in the moment. At that point, I swear I was like a child who had won all the first prizes in the world! And for that moment everything seemed possible. Impossible was nothing but a word. What a moment! What a feeling! So there I was, standing at the edge, looking at the big blue. Where the Earth meets the Sea and the Sky, in the middle of the night, with the stars over my head and the moon on my back just before it would set, I would find myself, feeling free, once again. Photography is...
Bones of an impressive romance
Scattered all across the sands
This was a challenging swimming area but so worth the initial entry difficulty. (You have to dive through the swell to enter.) Lots of lovely fisheys underneath the turbulence.
Exiting is even harder, especially when exhausted. You need to catch a wave to propel and lift you onto the jagged rocks. So many people injured, including myself.
I was also stung by bees, three times. (Honey producing region.)
On the other side of the big rocks is a five star resort you can sneak into, if you can survive the swim!
An old holiday snap. Actas Beach, Faralya, Turkey.
I'm all out of hope
One more bad dream
Could bring a fall
When I'm far from home
Don't call me on the phone
To tell me you're alone
It's easy to deceive
It's easy to tease
But hard to get release
(Les yeux sans visage) eyes without a face
(Les yeux sans visage) eyes without a face
(Les yeux sans visage) eyes without a face
Got no human grace
Your eyes without a face
I spend so much time
Believing all the lies
To keep the dream alive
Now it makes me sad
It makes me mad at truth
For loving what was youLes yeux sans visage) eyes without a face
(Les yeux sans visage) eyes without a face
(Les yeux sans visage) eyes without a face
Got no human grace
Your eyes without a face
When you hear the music, you make a dip
Into someone else's pocket, then make a slip
Steal a car and go to Las Vegas
Oh, the gigolo pool
Hanging out by the state line
Turning holy water into wine
Drinking it down, oh
I'm on a bus on a psychedelic trip
Reading murder books, trying to stay hip
I'm thinking of you and you're out there, so
Say your prayers
Say your prayers
Say your prayersNow I close my eyes
And I wonder why
I don't despise
Now all I can do
Is love what was once
So alive and new
But it's gone from your eyes
I'd better realise
(Les yeux sans visage) eyes without a face
(Les yeux sans visage) eyes without a face
(Les yeux sans visage) eyes without a face
Got no human grace
Your eyes without a face
Such a human waste
Your eyes without a face
And now it's getting worse
Whenever people suffered the difficulty in real life, they either faced the challenge with courage or hided themselves in their secret garden temporarily, made their sophicated thoughts within, and then find way to breakthrough again.
Have you ever own your secret garden ? It could be a real place in the world , or just a mental place at your mind, which made yourself feel safe & help you calm down from the suddently sufferings in real life.
Try to create the secret garden through the overlayering composition, it can be a place mixed with variable emotions, happiness, sorrow, hate, sadness, peaceful etc, not necesarry a subjective garden in vision, maybe just a private corner under the tree, on the meadow, or even the space between the leaves & air.. tell me how you think about your secret garden.
difficulty level: 3
§ fifteen §
The Moon, Biafra, a murderous earthquake, a campaign against pollution, a six-day war, a Bay of Pigs, the death of a Mao—mere Christmas parties one and all, with the great thoughtless void suddenly wreathed in flowers, and tooting its two-penny whistle. For a little while no one is bored, which is something at least.
With so much uncertainty and difficulty about travelling abroad because of the pandemic, it was obvious that holiday resorts in England would be bursting at the seams this summer, and none more so than in Cornwall. At least it gives local businesses a chance to make up some of the losses they have had over the past 18 months. This is the riverside in East Looe, which is one of the two main routes between the car parks and the sandy beach.
"Our difficulty is that we have become autistic. We no longer listen to what the Earth, its landscape, its atmospheric phenomena and all its living forms, its mountains and valleys, the rain, the wind, and all the flora and fauna of the planet are telling us."
-Thomas Berry
Gaia waits for us to listen once again to the world that sustains us. Let us hope she does not wait in vain.
As for me, I'm tired of sad news and human deafness. At least for tonight. Perhaps the morning will bring some sense of renewal.
I was having difficulties when trying to capture this dude. It was flying up and down (like a yo-yo) from a flower at very fast speed. With tall trees above limiting the sunlights, I could only push up the ISO inorder to increase the shutter speed. This is one of the few successful attempts. will show the rest later.
P.S. this bee is quite tiny.
I've had some difficulty in pinning the chassis number down for this particular car, the closest I can feasibly get to (and may still be wrong) is S/N 0879GT. **Update: its S/N 0773GT**
S/N 0879GT listed as a Ferrari 250 GT LWB Berlinetta Scaglietti TdF in maroon with a black stripe, with three louvres,
covered headlights and high alloy decoration in the door (57 style).
If this is the car, it was registered to Wolfgang Seidel in Bologna in 1958 (not 1957) so not entirely sure its the same car. Regardless, its a lovely looking 250 TdF, especially from this front on angle.
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E' da parecchio tempo (anni) che desidero assistere ad una scena simile e, nel contempo, avere la possibilità' di riprenderla; ed ecco che, all'improvviso, la costanza è stata premiata.
Purtroppo lo scatto si è dimostrato non facilissimo per diversi motivi; 1) il posatoio non parallelo al PDR 2) l'estrema vicinanza dello stesso ( 3,45m) 3) non ultimo il sole ci ha messo lo zampino ed ha pensato bene di nascondersi poco prima dell'arrivo dei soggetti.
La difficolta' piu' grande la limitatissima profondità' di campo.
Ho deciso mi rimanere su una lunghezza focale di 200 mm e di usare un f 11 per avere circa 5cm di PDF sia front che back.
La poca luce ha limitato la MF in considerazione anche del fatto che l'arancione del martino spesso tende ad impastare.
La scena si è ripetuta 2/3 volte permettendomi di assistere ad un evento che mi ha entusiasmato.
Scatto effettuato preso l'Oasi di Cronovilla.
Visualizza in HD:
Is a long time (years) that I would like to see a similar scene, but at the same time have the opportunity ' to take it; Lo and behold, suddenly, perseverance was rewarded.
Unfortunately the shot has proven no brainer for several reasons; 1) the roost not parallel to the PDR 2) the proximity of the same (3, 45 m) 3) not least the Sun took a hand and has seen fit to hide just before the arrival of the subjects.
The difficulty very limited depth-of-field bigger.
I decided I stay on a focal length of 200 mm and to use a f 11 to have about 5 cm of PDF both front and back.
The little light has limited MF into consideration of the fact that the orange of martino often tends to knead.
The scene is repeated 2/3 times allowing me to attend an event that wowed me.
Taken taken the oasis of Cronovilla.
View in HD:
“Divide each difficulty into as many parts as is feasible and necessary to resolve it. “
- René Descartes
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=an4ySOlsUMY
HOW LONG WILL I LOVE YOU by ELLIE GOULDING
I LEAVE OUT ALL DESIRE
As I stand amid the poppies and smell their sweet perfume
I know that I am leaving here to find a land where I belong
I am knee deep dancing in the wind
that blows me who knows where
but one thing that I'm certain of is I'll leave without a care
there is nothing left to keep me here except this field of dreams
but I need to find another world to replace the red with cream
too much vivid colour has drained me of all reason
I need to feel snow underfoot; I need another season
red the colour of my heart; passionate; sincere
but oh so easily broken and drowned with all my tears
a perfect soul; does it really exist; I have no way of knowing
the wind's impatient just like me; I shrug and keep on going
I pack a suitcase with my life and leave out all desire
there's room enough to fill one day if someone lights my fire
my steps are lighter as though I fly above the scarlet land
where once my soul was tethered to a gentle caring man
where is he now I wonder briefly but it's just a fleeting thought
he wasn't always gentle as the time that followed taught
why do we start as one thing and let ourselves be shaped
by life and love and everything that passed by us and scraped
another scar; a pack of lies; broken bones as fragile as a bird's
bleached and leached
by the harshness of someone's scorching words
the sea rises up to claim me;
the salt-laden air cauterises my wounds
but the scars inside me will remain
long after my love for him has been consumed
I close my eyes and dare to dream;
a world with pastel colours; predominantly cream
but maybe with pure white of snow;
of graceful swans and angels wings
somewhere where time has no other meaning
than the soft beating of my heart
rhythmic; gentle like butterflies wings
and the whispered words of Descartes ...
AP – Copyright remains with the author
'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'
My artwork is a compilation of 4 of my photographs
difficulty level: 2
§ fifteen §
Real-world drama, served in the comfort of home by that whore called Mass Media, only stirs up the void where Western opinion has long been submerged. Someone drools at a current event, and mistakes his drivel for meaningful thought. Still, let’s not be too quick to spit our scorn its way. Empty drivel indeed, but it shows nonetheless how reading the papers or watching the news can provoke at least the appearance of thinking. Like Pavlov’s dog, whose slobber revealed the mechanics of instinct.
Whenever people suffered the difficulty in real life, they either faced the challenge with courage or hided themselves in their secret garden temporarily, made their sophicated thoughts within, and then find way to breakthrough again.
Have you ever own your secret garden ? It could be a real place in the world , or just a mental place at your mind, which made yourself feel safe & help you calm down from the suddently sufferings in real life.
Try to create the secret garden through the overlayering composition, it can be a place mixed with variable emotions, happiness, sorrow, hate, sadness, peaceful etc, not necesarry a subjective garden in vision, maybe just a private corner under the tree, on the meadow, or even the space between the leaves & air.. tell me how you think about your secret garden.
Macro Monday - Footwear
The weekly/monthly challenge - Shoes
I bought these shoes in Florida several years ago back when I could wear high heels without difficulty and pain! HMM
Whenever people suffered the difficulty in real life, they either faced the challenge with courage or hided themselves in their secret garden temporarily, made their sophicated thoughts within, and then find way to breakthrough again.
Have you ever own your secret garden ? It could be a real place in the world , or just a mental place at your mind, which made yourself feel safe & help you calm down from the suddently sufferings in real life.
Try to create the secret garden through the overlayering composition, it can be a place mixed with variable emotions, happiness, sorrow, hate, sadness, peaceful etc, not necesarry a subjective garden in vision, maybe just a private corner under the tree, on the meadow, or even the space between the leaves & air.. tell me how you think about your secret garden.
'A Human Form In A Deathly Mould'
1999 by Juliao Sarmento
Musée d'Art Moderne et d'Art Contemporain MAMAC in Nice
Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur, France 15.08.2014
www.juliaosarmento.com/images/installation-views/1793#&am...
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'A Human Form In A Deathly Mould'
1999 von Juliao Sarmento
Musée d’Art Moderne et d’Art Contemporain MAMAC in Nizza
Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur, Frankreich 15.08.2014
www.juliaosarmento.com/images/installation-views/1793#&am...
I found the difficulty with the them was not being able to use the keyhole as a viewpoint (showing something the other side) or being able to show a key in the lock. Those two requirements made it rather tricky to produce something different. How to make just the keyhole appear interesting? My effort is not too marvelous - I tried to concentrate on the texture and colour. The theme was more difficult that I thought at first. A very few have taken some very original shots. Well done to them!